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When the skies are grey, and the wind is cold, I remember
How the snow was silver, and the leaves were gold, when I left her It was early morning on a Rocky Mountain September And she was gone... Well now it's five AM, and I'm a hundred and ten miles from Denver And the snow is silver, and the leaves are gold, and I miss her Cause it's another mornin' on another mountain September And I'm alone Yeah we climbed the mountain together And we stood on top of the world But now I gotta remember it all Alone When the fire is warm, and the sun is cold, in November When my heart is young, and my mind is old, I remember An early mornin' on a Rocky Mountain September And she's gone Well now it's fall again, and I'm a thousand miles, from nowhere And I can hear her voice, and I can see her smile and I miss her And it's another mornin' on another mountain September And I'm alone Yeah we climbed the mountain together And we stood on top of the world But now I gotta try to remember it all Alone |
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